They Like CRICKETZ To Me...

Hey, Hey, New Boyz
I remember when Pharell
Used to rock the tight jeans
With ice creams
While riding his skateboard
It was like sight seeing
Too lame he was afraid to change
If my middle finger could speak
Then I'd say the same
Nigga I'd state my name
Call me legacy bitch
Mrs. Sweetheart
A.K.A let me see tits
Doing too much like a marvel back flip
Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric
Where the haters at? Heller I found you
No, I don't give a F word about you
Itune me, leave us alone
Why don't you do you and go help a clone
Get it? Ay, another damn thing
You'll never see me care about another man's jeans
I don't even know, like all through the years
Seem like everywhere I go
The only thing that I hear is